Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I’m kind of obsessed
with the number five
got it on each hand
rhymes with alive
the riddle spark
broken symmetry
and all the ways
I see it’s subtle mimicry
it’s probably a mistake
to treat numbers so
but in half a dozen
minus one lyrics I’ll go
deep down to the bottom
of this crazy thought
reporting whither which
if whether and ought

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The minimum intake
to sustain the machine
the minimum allowance
to get rested and clean
live on the margins
but only for so long
already feeling the backlash
always something goes wrong
right action for an hour
but the demeanor is sour
and a piece or three are missing
that’s not destiny I’m kissing
always sidelong glances
always look never touch
always want to be perfect
but the cost’s just too much
I did the minimum effort
for so long I can’t recall
what anything finer
really felt like at all

Monday, July 29, 2013

The inevitable outcome of excess
begs the question of the hair of the dog
begs the question of moderation
beggars can’t be choosers whines the little cog
the feeling comes and goes deep in my gut
flashing on the next great obstacle
you’ll see me coming a mile away
you’ll catch me in the tabernacle
hijacking the lesson of the man on the road
falling hard for human logic
striving for the mojo of the preacher man
and the rhyming patter hypnagogic
relegate my excess to a life gone past
slouching into the mantle of the bourgeoisie
show ‘em what I’m made of with a
magnet on my car
of the flag of the free
oh say can you see
unlike a confession work pays
just as well
even if it is under duress
Thank goodness cause I gotta
earn my daily bread
And a little extra for excess

Some occult inner signal tells me it's time to breach the surface and engage in a little random promotion of the Song of the Day. Self-exposure frankly gives me the jibblies, but you've got to push your comfort zone in this life, right?

So I'm going to kick it off with a wild shot at the big casino and post a Reddit "Ask Me Anything" this morning. Yes, this is me, should anyone actually require proof, which honestly seems pretty unlikely. Would someone actually try to fake... this?

I'm lowering the price of of the far-from-unlistenable "Only the Very Greatest Hits" to 99 cents with the "pay what you like" option enabled for the more generously-inclined.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

I’m regretting my“maintain positive outlook”tattooit might end up counterproductiveit’s trueConsidering that onthe other arm I got“Life Sucks”A little introspectioncould have saved mea few bucksI wanted to write somethingthat would make a goodreminderafter all I’mbetter now yeah after allI’m kinderI guess I need asubtler approachto make that bookuntil I work that outI’ll have to fakemy positive outlook

Saturday, July 27, 2013

How we love the black and whitea simple evil to be vanquishedhow I succumb like all the restso fail the test mission accomplisheddoes it start with books and moviesstories that we love the bestbe snow white or witchy wickedmutant spawn of moral incestlike to be more sophisticatedthere’s a popular stancesee the value in the othersee our own failures and blown chancethis world loves simplicitymight make right or fight the powernature’s laws permit it allguns are not silenced by a flowerfor a moment seems this orderpauses for a man to face a tankbut you know how that one turnedso think hard before you break rank

Friday, July 26, 2013

I’ll call this rut a trackand go round and roundevery day a thousand cyclesevery year a few inchesfurther downCalmed by repetitionstupefied by lack of missiongo and grind that routinefurther in the groundI’m sure I’ve waitedtill it’s too high to jump outI like to fool myselfbut I know what they talk aboutnothing now to do or sayI’ll just stick to it one more dayand daydream somedayI’ll manage a rout

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Ire for no reasonjust the season just the heatjust the horrible monotonythat hauls me grumblingto my feetI tried just about everythingthat I could thinkto change the scenenothing helped justleft me feelingirrationally meanperfect world I seldomeven think of youanymore these daysthink of work and workthink about only what paysand it’s scratching atmy comfort zoneit’s riling up my iresurrounded by a thousand moronspray to Godit’s trial by fire

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

This is your brain on fucking crazythrowing down every scrap I savedthis is my brain on losing patiencethis is the brain that roared and ravedlook at the brains of the sunken massesrotting in sugar and teevee rayslook at the brains of the politicianspray for the end of their numbered daysrock it or not this boat is sinkingshrinking deflating and taking waterthese are the brains of conspiratorsthese are the brains of the lambs led to slaughter

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

the understatedsadness of trainswas an unexpecteddevelopmentin the mainframesof the pop machineand it was a cleantransition on the silver screenif you blew it up as bigas your biggest wallthe forest would be lostyou couldn’t see a tree at alland everything changedand everything went strangeI would have thoughtit would be somethingI could rearrangelike a deck chairon the ChallengerWhat next?I fear our highest Causeswill be shatteredby mere specks

Monday, July 22, 2013

And trains again
and trains again
they follow me around
it’s too easy to fear
my death perhaps
shivers with the sound
throw me on the horns
I can’t take
all this grayscale anymore
that thing looks
just like a platform
that thing
looks just like a door

Saturday, July 20, 2013

The standard explanationof the cometary impactbred the mother andthe father of alltheories of conspiracythe final waragainst the beings thatdescended fromthe heavens and beganto wipe us out without mercyIt seems an odd coincidencethat each and every oneof them who were left in that placeturned out to be a chosen oneand under every layerof arcane flesh andmecha detritusThe heart that beatwas still of the way of the gun

Friday, July 19, 2013

After everything I’ve relegated
everything I revelated
masquerading as a Straight John
Yeah no man I moved a ton
of oddly scripted scraps of rhyme
of thoughts from some scrapped paradigm
absolved of rhetoric and context
whoa this is your brain on text
observed and sung becomes a bliss
that circles and resolves like this
observe the center that does hold
the thing remains: the story told

Thursday, July 18, 2013

I’m thinking aboutthrowing my conscience overWhat can it do anywayabout the webor how he wove herwhy not just reach outwith the widest open handwhy not let my mantra bebecause I canbecause I canstamp the truth outon a thousand Chinesetrinketsand sell tickets manguess I’m done?don’t even think ittake one slow breathand dive into the melee freak boatI’ll fight until I’mdog foodjust to stamp allthis damn truth out

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

What a disastrous lapse ofjudgment we’ve been reeling throughand what an ill-deserved repyou’ve gotten for dealing truethey say that you’ve not waveredwell that’s easy whenthere’s nothing underneathand so fortunate sonto you I here bequeathMy erstwhile lovefor our glorious distractionladle on anotherdouble helping of moral actionit’ll all end up in tractionparalyzed by fear againwhen I beginMy disastrous lapseof giving a shitShould be just the thingto insure I win

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Too close to the centerAnd sensing the eccentricWobble in the orbitand the consequence concentricif I ever get a chanceto brace the bastard to his faceyou better bet I’m gonnachase the signal to its traceI’ve got proximityI’ve got extensionI’ve got a handle onat least one dimensionI got answersI’ve got a wicked tasteto repent in sumptuous leisurewhat I set to work in haste

Monday, July 15, 2013

Unpack the wax stack
get the Slacks on their feet
fire up the telemeter
and Wreck a beat
we got no standard
of conduct in this place
so you know we’re gonna
take it right up to your face
unpack the black feedback
and transmit fire
don’t mind the slow adopters
just hook up to the live wire
And wreck a beat
Yeah wreck a beat
Clap your hands wave your arms
and stomp your feet
And don’t you just
think it all turns out neat
horns strings and reeds
and a wrecked up beat

Eat your desert firstbe a rebelin this coddledpost-modern fashionWe protest but don’texpect to pay hellcan’t we hire someoneto storm the bastionYet it might be truesaving the best for lastmight be a losing propositionI say ignore the signsforget the pastall planning’s reallyJust a superstition

In all the lapses
my synapses fire blind
there’s no story
thrill or bore me
that explains away mind
and I’m determined
despite vermin
that infest the metaphysic
to relate to
what you hate too
but the discipline is sick

Friday, July 12, 2013

I’ll buy that old Mustangsight unseenwhen that boat that I imaginedmy magic sun machinepulls into a harborreal not thoughtoh what a silly littlefantasy I’ve boughttear down some big scoreunique safe and legalfloat like a butterflysoar like an eaglebuy that old convertiblelearn to restore ithow you like my pipe dreamsyou know I’ve got more of it

Thursday, July 11, 2013

He’ll spin that yarninto aretread of oldclassicsbaby you knowI cut my teeth onrhymes old asjurassicpark hop get itgrind the benchmolly on the runwayso many ways tocancel that checkme I’ll takethe fun way

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Not a thing’s familiar in
this moment it’s all new
and I am thinking of that
thing I’d like to say to you
I rang a score of random bells
just trying to stand out
but in the end I just had no
idea still what all the fuss was about
seems a lot of fear out there
of things said and of things thought
seems it all gets tuned out
as long as something gets bought
living without guarantees
is making me quite cagey
and nobody has a clue
what trifle might enrage me
It all just gets turned into
a rough and ready verse
to get me through another day
another reprieve from the curse

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Not all that divergescan meet in the middleif there is no common groundThe adversary horn must soundhear that noiseit’s the world’s smallest fiddlethat there’s no chance at peacenot on this watch not on this leaseyet still I’m going to trywhile your rough beast slumpswhile your candidate stumpsI’ll even try to hopefor a door that says enterflashing for a middle mandoing what tiny bit he can

Monday, July 08, 2013

Surely I have sung of distance
many times and many
times before what with
Descartes and all
extension
what with every
well-remembered door
that shut behind
a universe abandoned
Rocky said it was
the tragedy of life
I’m not so sure
but it’s a key too
slippery to get
my hand on
At the bottom of the cup
half empty and half full’s a
rich man’s game
That I can’t believe I’ll ever play
when I spoke of where
all distance loses meaning
was I gleaning just
how still and silent
I would see it this
day

Glimmer of waking
conversations half heard
not knowing who is spoken to
not knowing every other word
a sign it’s time to leave
this cave of distraction
and deception
time to go where
there is the best of
all possible reception
allow me if you will
this one conceit
that I’m crossing the river
never more to be
the same
allow me to
reintroduce myself
but I will not pretend
that I’m new
to this game

Saturday, July 06, 2013

Every pointis the turning pointthe universe expandsin all directionsthe flashy partof apotheosiswas the flaming handbut the main eventwas just a lotof injectionstime seems to flowback and forthfrom this momentthey tell me it is allan illusionpersonally I thinkI’m there in everyinkling ifthat doesn’t add toomuch to theConfusion

Friday, July 05, 2013

With a stutter of
images and sound
look at what our little
homegrown empire’s
brought around
So many doorways
I thought I could not enter
thanks for the memos
that arrived
from off center
barely remember
anything all that
specific
that came down from
all points East and
West of the Pacific
just one of many
gifts that broadened
my horizon
every sketch that
came alive for
me to put my
eyes on

Thursday, July 04, 2013

30, 40, 50 thousand objectsby some definitiondragged into the binand rendered all butinvisibleit makes me think aboutthis scary nation of thefree and what we reallythink we mean byindivisibleIn simple acts of housekeepingjust what did wediscard and fail to back upor replace with something betterwho has the time to read it allwho knows perhapsthe secret is therehidden in someplain on paperletter

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

Dependence upon the chaos belladdicted to its nearnessand it’s a mixed-up tale to tellloathe to lose the strangesecurity of falling behindit must be some bad levelof the juices in my mindon fire to ditch dependenceand leap on this gospel trainget with the holy spiritflush this habit down the drainI racked up quite a debtto Caesar gambling on that chasebut look up from that tableI’ve got on a different face

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Wreck the wrack
the vestiges
the tower, the stack
invest and choose
to clear a way
the shuttered tangle
the stark array
gets a new angle
build the new
inspired foundation
shining fruit of ideation
on the plain
scraped clean and flat
erect this train
roll out like that

Monday, July 01, 2013

Eradicate all traces ofweak rationalizationDraw every ounce of energyaround an act of grim creationgrasped within the inmost heartthis human lot is sourI overturn the vinegarand here declare my houra thousand and a thousandpages turned like sand descendinghowever narrow the bottleneckthis timebound time is endingnow push until the stone surmountsdrink till all thirst is satedall partial, all conditionalwill be eradicated